I got my head done, when I was young.
I got my head done, when I was young.
I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies and hypotheses can’t define how I be droppin’ these mockeries.
This is what you get when you mess with us.
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler ’round my way.
All systems go! Soon the world will know the fury of attack – feel the wrath of the super rad.
I don’t want to be this way. I kick myself – I wish I could say I have no regrets today.
Troubled times, you know I cannot lie. I’m off the wagon, and I’m hitchin’ a ride.
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be in ICU.
I never thought you’d be a junkie because heroin is so passe.
When I am down and I am blue all I have to do is close my eyes and think of you – and the world is new.
Wrapped around your finger but I think my time has come, but I never can be too sure ’cause I like to have a little fun.
Oh, make me over, I’m all I wanna be – a walking study in demonology.
This is it, what? Luchini pouring from the sky.
I heard you think you’re bulletproof.
Open your mouth and close your eyes and let the overlord’s spoon slide deep inside.
I’m big and important – one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces for you.
Volcano girls, we really can’t be beat – warm us up and watch us blow.
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye. I think I know but I don’t know why. The questions are the answers you might need.
My soul is sound when I’m in my hometown, yeah, and no place I’d rather be.
Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame, I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains ‘til things change.
You got the touch, you got the power. When all hell’s breaking loose, you’ll be riding the eye of the storm.
Watching the parade with pinpoint eyes full of smoldering anger.
I won’t play ball, won’t do as I’m told. I’d rather be a square peg in a round hole.
It’s pure pop joy, pure joy joy. Okay?
It’s the riot grrl drama you’ve been craving.
Hip hop that’s low key yet aggressive, gritty yet groovy, heavy yet accessible.
Record scratches, catchy pop hooks, and Indian influences that will butter the soul.
The impression that I get is that this is a rock solid collection of highly enjoyable alternative rock and pop- and punk-infused ska.
Put your all-star thoughts about this band aside, and you just might be walkin’ on the sun.
A fun ska band with real musical chops that’s at its most fun-est best live.
Irony and kitsch beget musical admiration beget deep nostalgia.
An album that makes you think about music as a lifelong lifeline.
Underground French hip hop that reminds me that there’s nothing better than discovering great music.
“Scott Pilgrim” and many others are a fantastic blend of garage, poppy punk, and indie rock that are addictively ear pleasing.